Crunch underfoot, craft-glue something,
make a kid earn money leaf-blowing.
Just enjoy red-shifted leaves and don't read
some melancholy metaphor.
This is biking weather. Wear gloves,
keep your fingers warm and you'll be fine.
Our hemisphere will have its turn
on the sunny side again next summer,
and Earth will be fine; the old girl's got
a billion-odd good orbits in her yet,
and meanwhile the kids will work it all out.
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